Lyrical Breakdown of Modern Slavery - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Modern Slavery" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Travis Scott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Modern Slavery" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Travis Scott employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Travis Scott's narrative.
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Yeah
It's earlier in the morning
Hmm-mm, hmm-mm (Buddah Bless This Beat)
Since I-
All these damn chains, modern slavery (ice)
But this ain't 1800, so they pay me (cash)
Uh, yeah, shaking my demons off (shake em')
Dippin' my dreams in sauce (dreams)
Never been food for sharks (nope)
Wrist like fins on dolphins (splash)
Pop hella bands, and I'm paid (oh, yeah)
Whip got a switch, I go brainless (oh, yeah)
Sip after sip, I feel painless (oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah, do it one time for team (yeah)
Burn it like gasoline (it's lit)
Downing these jolly beans (alright)
Diamonds they frolicking (ice)
Red and blue matching drugs
Did 'em both just because (pop it)
They hoodie and maskin' up (nah)
They the real Robin Hoods (yeah)
If I, let my gang out, bow down (gang)
Come 'round, gun ya down
Hunt down (pew pew), hunt down (shoot)
Rampage, campaign, champagne (ayy), I gain
Decades (hoo) of no pain
At this age, they fugaz'
Who did you thought you was? (Who?)
Get 'em knocked off for dubs (pew)
Sit in the trap with bugs (trappin')
Walk in the lab with scrubs (ayy)
Niggas tried to count us out (no)
Fuck you thought this was (huh)
Up like a coffee mug (up)
Save your salt for slugs (save your salt)
Hot on the block, you told 12, got the drop
Rubber bands, yeah, they pop, so we weigh up the knots
Cuban link cost a lot, Houston cred with a lot
Let it fall from the top, she gon' bend, she gon' pop, oh
All these damn chains, modern slavery (ice)
But this ain't 1800 so they pay me (cash)
Uh, yeah, shaking my demons off (shake 'em)
Dippin' my dreams in sauce (dreams)
Never been food for sharks (nope)
Wrist like fins on dolphins (splash)
Pop hella bands and I'm paid (oh, yeah)
Whip got a switch, I go brainless (oh, yeah)
Sip after sip, I feel painless (oh, yeah)